“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.”
— Claude Monet  (via schaumann)

(Source: larmoyante)

“what
massacre
happens to my son
between
him
living within my skin
drinking my cells
my water
my organs
and
his soft psyche turning cruel.
does he not remember
he
is half woman.”
from, nayyirah waheed (via yasodhara)

(Source: nayyirahwaheed)

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

— All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics  (via jaaaaydeeee)

(Source: clementinevonradics)

“The man who loves me will recognise my face in the midst of a battle, and with knee bent to the earth, he will love me as the two of us fire together at the enemy.”
— Gioconda Belli (via princessbindi)

(Source: aroseinthebarrelofanak47)

“At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)

(Source: themethodtohermadness)

“They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
— Banksy (via princessbindi)

(Source: sirmitchell)

“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”
— Uma Thurman (via sonoranrain)

(Source: thelittleyellowdiary)

which road?
which road did you take that brought you here at last?

no road, no road did i take
i leaped, i leaped from dream to dream

— franz werfel (via whoisnell)

Amphora

oxytocin-iv:

I am one hundred and sixty eight
suspended shattered shards
of red clay

restrained in the act
by butchers’ string,
mid-air-

            -each piece
 vibrates
             (a single tone)
we hum

          a rich
          round
           red
          note,

       dispersed.

sisoyak:

INDIA, Kerala State, 1994. Coconut plantation South of Trivandrum

© Thomas Hoepker

queen-dandelion:

i can’t take this pain

i truly

cannot

take it anymore